Finding a seat and sitting down, Wu Zhen felt very tired for no reason, closed his eyes, and felt that he was back in the ancient mirror, and in front of him was the Taoist priest flying with the sword for a while, and the thousands of beasts roared for a while, the sky was full of light for a while, and the darkness was boundless for a while. Wu Zhen couldn't help but cry bitterly, and he didn't know when he would be able to get rid of these illusions. Although it is an illusion, it will not affect one's mind, but the spirit is involved in those illusory things, and it is easy to cause fatigue.

When he woke up, Wu Zhen glanced out the window and saw that the car was driving on a bridge, under which was originally a river, but because it was winter, it had dried up. Only a few dozen uncut corn plants remained in the cold wind.

Is this the Yishui River?

Wu Zhen remembered that before Jing Ke assassinated Qin, he said goodbye to Prince Yan Dan by the Yishui River.

Don't Yan Dan here, and the strong man will rush to the crown. In the past, there were no people, and today the water is still cold.

When the car arrived at Yixian Station, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Walking on the street, I was already hungry, so I found a small shop, rested, and ate.

The shopkeeper dozed off on the recliner while the TV was on. Wu was really amused, so he woke up the boss and ordered two standard donkey meat and a bowl of instant noodles.

Eating and burning, Wu Zhen asked, Boss, I heard that there is a Jingke Pagoda in Yi County.

Yes, we are the site of Yanxiadu, I lived in the countryside when I was a child, and I often dug up incomplete pottery from the soil. When I was a child, I didn't treat it as a baby, and I broke it all in a little bit and threw it to play.

What the boss said is indeed true, in the 70s of the last century, the Chinese people had no concept of cultural relics protection at all, and they did not think that pottery was a treasure, and it was inadvertently damaged some.

Wu Zhendao, I asked about Jing Ke Pagoda.

The boss smiled, and the flesh of his cheeks went upwards respectively, squeezing his eyes smaller and smaller.

We do have Jing Ke Pagoda here, but it is a well-dressed mound, and in the eyes of our locals, it is really not very beautiful.

Wu Zhendao, listening to my accent, you also know that I am a foreigner, and when a foreigner goes to a place, of course, the first thing that comes to mind is the places of interest. The great assassins of the past and present, who don't know Jing Ke. Do you know where Jing Ke Pagoda is?

Out of Yi County, go southwest, about 1 kilometer, and you will arrive at Jingke Mountain Village. On the top of Jingke Mountain in the south of Jingke Mountain Village, there is Jingke Tower.

Boss, are you talking about cross talk? Wu Zhen quipped.

What kind of cross talk is just to know a little story. Our Jing Ke Pagoda was built in the Liao Dynasty, Ming Wanli six years rebuilt, the Qing Dynasty and repaired, you go to Jing Ke Pagoda now, you can also see the Ming Dynasty "Gu Yi Shi Jing Keli" stele. In the past, when Prince Yan said goodbye to Jing Ke, he thought that Jing Ke would die successfully, so after saying goodbye to Jing Ke, he collected all of Jing Ke's daily life. When the assassination of Qin failed, Prince Yan Dan built a mound of Jing Ke's clothes for people to hang on to this righteous man who assassinated Qin.

Your boss is not simple, you know so much.

It's called a lot.

After settling the account, Wu Zhen was about to leave, but he didn't expect the boss to ask again, if you really want to go to Jingke Mountain, it is really nothing to see.

Wu Zhen went out of the store and joined the bustling crowd in the afternoon. But he sensitively felt that a pair of sharp eyes were behind him, glancing fiercely. Wu Zhenxin said, this is a person with a story, and he has to guard against it.

Looking at Jingke Mountain in the distance, it is shaped like a sharp sword, pointing directly to the sky. A 26-meter-high tower is Jing Ke Tower, Sumeru octagonal thirteen layers, each layer of eight corners hang wind chimes, the breeze swings, crisp and pleasant.

Come to the foot of Jing Ke Tower, look at the four fields in the distance, and there are several villages in the distance. The autumn harvest has passed, and according to local planting customs, the fields are overwintered wheat, which has just been frozen, just waiting for the germination of the next year.

The earth was silent, and the ancient meaning suddenly rose.

Jin Tao Yuanming's poem "Yongjing Ke" said: "Although the matter is gone, it is sad for thousands of years"; Li Bai's poem "Knot Socks" says: "I am grateful for the gentleman's grace and promise the king's life, and Mount Tai throws a light feather." Wang Zhen, a famous scholar in Yizhou in the Ming Dynasty, wrote in the poem "Yishui Autumn Wind": "Han Guandong is worry-free, why use Jingqing to go to Xueqiu."

Jing Ke, Jing Ke!

Wu Zhen suddenly felt that he was funny, and he was thinking about the ancient times, so let's think about how to find the fish intestine sword. Just when Wu Zhen was about to enter the tower, he saw three or five men coming to Jingke Tower from afar, and they had already come to Wu Zhen in front of him for a while.

What for?

Touristic.

Traveling, the men looked at Wu Zhen, dressed in shabby clothes, stabbed hair, shoes with big toes exposed, and a green military carry.

It's getting dark, leave quickly, you have to be responsible for what happens.

Good, good.

The men returned the same way, looking back at Wu Zhen from time to time, and suddenly a man shouted, this is for your good.

I'll go, go, Wu Zhen beckoned, and walked away.

It was dark early, although it was only half past five, and the black enveloped the four fields, and only the figures could be vaguely distinguished.

Wu Zhen came to the foot of Jing Ke Pagoda again, and said in his heart, I am here with the fish intestine sword.

Who? A cold voice, ill-intentioned.

Wu Zhen raised his eyes and saw that two figures gradually walked in, and in front of them was a flock of sheep, although the sheep were white and blended into the night, they made people feel that the color was as vague as the old dream.

People who travel.

Who are you?

A sheep herder.

Wu Zhen wondered, driving a large flock of sheep to his side, why didn't a single sheep bark. According to the habits of sheep, they must be eating while walking, barking and pulling.

Sheep are eccentric, and people are quirky.

At this time, the foreigners passed by Wu Zhen, and Wu Zhen looked at the two of them, the military coat, and the whip in his hand to drive the sheep, and did not say a word.

Wu Zhen took out the ancient mirror from the military carry, shook it at the backs of the two, and the yellow light stabbed the backs of the two.

The two of them screamed, and their backs were on.

Wu Zhen quickly put away the bronze mirror and put it in the military shoulder. The two returned and confronted Wu Zhen, but one left and one right wanted to hold him hostage.

In the distance, a flock of sheep appears to be nailed to their feet.

You are not a tourist.

Nor are you shepherds.

Yes, we are bull-headed horses.

Wu Zhen looked at the two of them carefully, his eyes looked from one to the other, you have neither a bull head, nor a long horse face.

The two laughed, the world is ignorant, looking at business, thinking that the head of a cow will grow a cow's head, and the horse's face will grow a horse's face.

That flock is not a sheep?

They are ghosts. Boy, we don't know what you're coming from, so since we've broken it, we might as well take you away. You kid, you don't know what kind of treasure to use, stabbed our vests, like a cannon burning. Seeing that the flock is not, you are one more.

After speaking, the bull head and horse face pulled out the soul flag, and he was about to do it.

At the top of Jing Ke Tower, there was a black shadow crawling, motionless.